Monica sat waiting to meet her son Christopher's form teacher. It was the occasion of his final appraisal before the exams. James, her son's best friend, offered her a cup of tea but she declined.
'How are things going with you James?' Monica asked.
'Very well thank you, Mrs Williams,' he replied.
'Have you seen Christopher?'
'I think he was talking to my sister Jane in the Library,' James replied.
Christopher and James had been friends and classmates throughout their school careers; sharing a wide range of hobbies and interests. But now that they were both eighteen there was just one all consuming interest; girls. Christopher spent a lot of time at James' house, theoretically revising for his university entrance exams but in fact chilling out with Jane and her female friends and watching porn on the internet. They were both still virgins and James had been trying very hard to persuade his sister to let James fuck her. Jane was a little older than the two guys and had long since lost her virginity.
James watched as Monica and Christopher began their consultation with the school staff. He knew that Chris's mother was a widow and he wondered vaguely whether such an old woman would mind not having a man to have sex with. His own mother was some years older than Monica and he simply couldn't imagine his own parents having sex at all!
James' reverie was interrupted by his friend asking him if he and his sister wanted a lift home. In the car Christopher sat in the back with Jane while James sat beside Mrs Williams who was driving.
As Monica got in the car she failed to notice that her skirt got caught up revealing a substantial amount of thigh up to and beyond her stocking top. James was too embarrassed to mention it but found his eyes were constantly drawn to the rather disturbing erotic sight which was revealed from time to time by the flashing street lights.
There was very little conversation from the back of the car. Christopher had quietly unzipped his flies and was making an exploratory journey up Jane's right leg under her dress. He was delighted when Jane grasped his erect member and began to stroke it gently. Thus encouraged Christopher continued is exploration of the top of Jane' thighs and soon was able to push aside the flimsy fabric of Jane's knickers and begin to probe her vagina. He was astonished when Jane abruptly stopped his probing and deftly removed her knickers completely. Now as she lay back with her legs parted Christopher was able to get a whole handful of fingers into Jane's juicy vagina. He was on the verge of orgasm and wondered desperately how he could avoid spurting his cum all over the car's upholstery when Jane came to his rescue and expertly trapped his ejaculation in her discarded knickers. As the car slowed down to drop off the passengers Christopher removed his sticky fingers from Jane's cunt, tucked his cock away and zipped up his flies.
James got out of the car rather carefully; he didn't want Mrs Williams to notice that he had got an erection from contemplating her thighs. Jane looked back and grinned conspiratorially at Christopher before following her brother up to the front door of their home.
That night the two young men masturbated as usual but, instead of fantasising over pornographic images on their computers Chris imagined he was fucking James' sister while James contemplated the improbable delights of fucking Christopher's mother.
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At James' house the following evening Chris informed his friend of his sexual progress with Jane. James wasn't in the least surprised as he had registered the pregnant silence from the back of the car. He wondered if he dared tell Christopher about his sudden obsession with Mrs Williams. Instead he asked Chris what his mother's first name was.
'It's Monica,' Chris said and looked at his friend curiously. 'Why do you want to know?'
James hesitated, wondering what he dare say.
'I think she's awesome,' he said finally' his face flushing red with embarrassment.
'Awesome?' Chris said with astonishment. 'Do you mean you fancy her; she's a bit old for you isn't she? Christ!'
'I'm sorry,' James replied, 'please forget I said anything.'
For the first time in his life Christopher contemplated his mother as the object of someone's desire. Inevitably he had occasionally seen her in a state of undress and wearing a bikini but until this moment some sort of automatic censorship had prevented him from thinking of her as a sexual object. Any objective observer, however, would have noted that Monica was an astonishingly well preserved woman looking ten years younger than her age of forty-five. She still retained her hour glass figure and had the sort of large firm breast that most women can only dream of. Christopher gave his friend a playful punch on the shoulder.
'Whatever turns you on,' he said with a grin. 'If I lived at your house I know who I would like to fuck; your sister. Have you ever seen her naked?'
James grinned sheepishly. 'I take a peek at her having a shower sometimes.'
'Wow,' Chris said enviously. 'Does it give you get a hard on?'
James nodded.
'Would you like to fuck her?'
'Of course not,' James replied, 'she's my sister.'
'But you want to fuck my mother?'
'Oh yes,' James replied, no longer embarrassed. 'Have you seen her naked?'
'Not really,' Chris replied, 'just in her underwear.'
'Oh God, I'm getting hard just thinking about her in her lingerie; I need to have a wank!' James said.
